Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 March 1883 — Billiards for Girls. [ARTICLE]

Billiards for Girls.

Two girls of this city having heard that Elizabeth Cady Stanton advised billiards for girls, concluded to profit by the advice of so wise a counselor, and the other day when the men folks were all down town the girls in question adjourned to the billiard room to have a game. “What shall we play?” asked the elder. “Why, billiards, of course.” “I know, you silly thing, but there’s different kinds of billiards. I mean what kind shall we play. There’s discount, and hundred or nothing, and pin ball,and fifteen pooL” • “Oh, I don’t know; which is the nicest?” * “Hundred or nothing’s easy; maybe we had better begin on that’ “All right” « “Well, why don’t you get your pole and shoot? it’s your first shot” , “No it ain’t either; we have to choose for shot’’ “That’s so; well, here; ock-abock-a —bon-a—crock-a—ock-a-BocK-A—TUBE. There, it’s your first shot” “Why, you mean thing! Tain’t ho such thing.” “Don’t you call me a cheater, or I’ll tell ma you take pickles to bed. with you." “Well, I don’t care; ocka-bocka ain’t fair; you know you always said it wasn’t in ketcher.” “Weli, do it yourself, then.” “One err-y—orr-err-y— ick-or-y ann —fill-i-son —fall-i-son—nick-o-las —John. Que-vy—qua-vy—English—navey—stink-urn—stankum—BUCK! There, now, I told you so; you have to shoot” “Well, I’ll shoot but tain’t fair. What are you laughing at you little fool?” “Te-he-he. You ain’t got no chalk on your stick; you know a heap about billiards, you do.” ‘You think you’re smart now, don’t you? Well, you ain’t. You dasent put chalk on only when you maka a run, there! I guess I've seen pa a hundred times.” ‘ Oh, you big story teller, I saw pa put chalk on his stick a thousand times in one game and he never made more’n two in his life. George says pa’s a chump in, billiards.” ‘You horrid, nasty thing! What did ma tell you about being slangy? If I don’t tell on you, I’m a goat.” “Whatoh you doin’ yourself ! Bettor mind your own self. Goody! goody!, Now see what you’ve done,” as the other made a lunge at the ball with a tipless cue and tore a forty inch slit in the cloth. “Well, you made me do it;” then she pulled »he other s hair, they both cried, and the tournament was over.